Swiftcurrent Creek The sight of pups, the taste of pelts

Durnehviir turned around to face him, giving Julius a better look at her face. She also made a few noises before placing a sloppy kiss on his face. Somehow, the young white pup understood this to be an affectionate sign. It probably had something to do with all the sloppy kisses, as well as tongue baths, that he had already received from Paarthurnax. Julius made a happy "Errr!" sound at the gesture, before giving Durnehviir her own sloppy kiss on her cheek.

Next, he stared at Durnehviir's face. There was the white on both sides and underside of her snout. There was a warm, light orange-brown coloring most of the top of her face. Then, there was a darker, brownish color on her snout and on her closed ears. Not to mention the tiny blue circles that gazed at him, as well as the black little nose. Most of the colors blurred together, but some of them were distinguishable upon close inspection.

Julius decided that he wanted to try touching the colors again. More specifically, he wanted to touch the black dot that seemed out of place on his sister's face. He raised an alabaster paw, and gently touched Durnehviir's nose.